nothing special...

I have nothing profound to say today. I haven't for a few days, actually. For some reason, that keeps me from posting at all. I skip over the every day stuff. Well not today, folks. I have lots of it...possibly enough for another post tomorrow.

February is dreary. I am tired of trying my darndest to get natural light pictures inside of my house. I am ready for some spring to start happening around here. I heard some birds chirping this morning, but then they realized it was too cold and left.

When I leave the house for any lengthy amount of time, this is the sort of thing that happens. Dave entertains the kids. Here we have a banana car, complete with 4 tires and a steering wheel...all banana. Molly LOVED it. I'm so glad Dave thinks to grab the camera when I'm not around.

Look what my husband can do. I was doing the cross-your-legs-as-hard-as-you-can-and-hope-for-the-best kind of laugh. Dave is a riot. For some reason this makes me think of the post I did about Emily catching flies with her bare hands. Guess what? She caught another...in sacrament meeting. We did our best to stay reverent, but sent her out to release it and wash up. She is truly amazing.

The kids keep putting these Build-a-Bear glasses on Margaret. Once again...crossing the legs. We laugh SO hard at her, and she just looks around like she is Mrs. Cool.

Saturday while I was at a baby shower, the rest of the family was building this fort, decked out with twinkle lights. The kids think Dad is so cool. Not sure what they think about me.

Friday after school. Emily and Elizabeth always run in smiling, looking for Margaret. Alex has better things to do, but the twins...they love that baby. They tote her everywhere. I rely on them a lot. Too much, probably. You know what though, it's good for them. They are learning traits that will make them wonderful mothers. They are gems.

Margaret loves the piano. Playing with the pedals is fun, but she's even happier when someone cares enough to put her up on the bench, then stands there with her so she doesn't flip over backwards onto her head causing a slight rug burn. If she's having a come-apart, it's a sure thing that you can put her on the bench, let her pound, and she's quickly forgotten what she was so grumpy about.

I love my family. So much. They are my joy...and my pain. Pretty much my everything.